POETRY | SMILLEW’S POETRY CHALLENGE | Erotica

Cunning linguist

Go on, you know you’re hot for it

She gives herself to you so willingly generously roiling and bucking against . . . your trend to keep her poetic urgings hidden from //view//

are you ashamed — Oh! does the titillation cause your eternally PUMPING money machine to die a petit mort in secret?

so sad so let her help you

she only needs a little encouragement for her literary fingers to mA$$age those hidden places to manipulate them so deliciously (can you feel her, yet?) for her tongue-moistened lips to enunciate to encapsulate to engorge to R — E — L — E — A — S — E your fountain your golden shower of liquid c a $ h and

leave

your sack of gold flaccid in post-coital delight

you play your pipe and she writ(h)es to your tune yet she would do so much oh so very much more if only — oh — Tony you would pay her fair dues

she would do anything for you(r money) she literally would

I’m dipping my toe in seemingly forbidden places, namely Smillew Rahcuef’s poetry challenge. I enjoy poetic titillation, both reading and writing, and I want it to be given General Distribution here, where, let’s face it, we’re all (apparently) adults.

I confess I was led astray by Edward Swafford or rather his own (ahem) entry. He’s my favourite Australian — and I’ve known a few 😈

Yes, I confess I have inserted myself unashamedly into the company of the satire — and — snark kings and queens. I’ve been observing them for a while now, from behind a red velvet curtain. I am now laying myself at their feet in open adoration.

I often inhabit the dark and gritty poetry world (my other place), but those who know my literary leanings will not be surprised that I threw myself into this particular ring with an erotic-adjacent offering. So lick me.

Here’s Edward’s glorious, brazen begging bowl:

Here’s Smillew’s glistening poetic challenge:

Dear fellow poets (of the erotic bent or otherwise) — join the fray.

Rise up, rise up, rise UP!

Thank you to those who have read me, published me and otherwise led me astray. I adore you. You all deserve a generous share of the sweet, sticky pie. With cream.